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Dirty Little Secret – Rainy Day	By : Melan_Anime Category: Yu-Gi-Oh 5D > Het - Male/Female Views: 1811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dirty Little Secret – Rainy Day
Third Person’s POV
The sky was getting darker. Not only because the sun was setting down but also because of the thick dark clouds that were gathering ominously in the sky. Deep in Satellite and beneath the earth, and the world of those who see the sun, a kingdom existed throughout the centuries. Another World, which stirred in the dark, hidden from the eyes of all. Full of secrets and conspiracies, dark thoughts and covert plans.
Not everyone was allowed in this world. Only those with the darkest hearts could tread on it; those who were willing to give up everything, to renounce even their names, selling their very souls to the Earthbound gods, choosing their destiny with their free will.
A slim form was walking in the dark balconies, watching the sky. In the old Momentum, which was now their new home, was perhaps the only point that kept contact with the world of the living.
The figure walked lightly, wearing a hood, but it was certain it was a woman. Her eyes glittered dangerously and the smirk on her lips could scare even the bravest men. She was only a woman, but she brought with her the darkness itself. Her heart was full of anger and hatred, and her mind couldn't think of anything else than revenge.
Revenge was indeed the only reason she decided within her madness to deny everything; all her life, herself and her sanity. She surrendered them all to the Earthbound god that now shone on her right forearm. In the name of vengeance, she was able to die and be regenerated through the shadows.
Heavy raindrops began to fall from the sky, blotting the area, but she didn't pay attention. Maybe her look relaxed a bit, allowing a sad smile as the memories of her deceased brother began to jump up from the depths of her mind, inundating her thoughts.
With a sharp move Misty Lola threw the hood, raising her face to the sky. Her dark gaze traveled high before she hid the world, closing her eyes. The rain hit her face and it was hard to tell if the water that flowed down her cheeks were raindrops or teardrops.
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Misty's POV
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"Do I still have the ability to feel pain?" I was wondering, but I already had the answer.
That pain –that earthly pain- into my heart stabbed me in the chest mercilessly. It was difficult to confuse it with something else. However, could I still feel like a human? I might seem like a living, but the truth was another. I was dead –completely empty inside. Only one idea was alive; only a desire to keep me alive in this world even if it was leading me to my doom. I had nothing to fear anymore, I was dead after all.
"Misty?" a cold voice reached me.
I turned and set my eyes on a being like myself; a man with long, silver hair, eyes like the devil, wearing a cloak with black and blue and the same glint on his right forearm. I knew his name but that wasn't something important. His face was handsome and his body well-formed and capable to make mine shiver, but with my eyes –the eyes of the Earthbound- I was able to see that he was carrying the same darkness in his heart as I did. I held back a bitter chuckle; if he hadn't he couldn't be here after all.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly, pulling my eyes from him.
I could feel my coat getting heavier, moistening from the rain, but that didn't really bother me. I was dead already and didn't care about getting a cold. The same with my hair and face.
"Still thinking about the past? Haven't you learned that life isn't for the weak of heart?"
His voice cut like knife, holding something more than hate. It was something in his tone or presence that always made my stomach turn; I couldn't stand him for a second. And above that, he dared to keep giving me life lessons, as if I didn't know them already? As if I couldn't learn on my own and from my miserable life? Anger flew in my veins and my body moved on its own; my hand landed on his face, slapping him hard and making his head turn to the left.
My eyes were spreading fire, glaring at him. "Who do you think you are to lecture me about life?"
He held his cheek with his hand as he slowly turned to face me. There was a mad smile on his lips and I had to force the urge to slap him again.
"That's better," he hissed and his eyes filled with all the madness he could hold.
He stepped closer, peering into my eyes like he was challenging me to hit him again, or…
"You will need more of this hate if you want to fulfill your dreams…" then his smiled turned onto a demented smirk, "or rather say your nightmares, Misty."
I looked at him with contempt, like he was nothing but dirt on my shoes. "You're nothing more than a filthy psycho; abject and odious."
He wasn't affected by my insulting words. In fact, he smirked more like he was enjoying it. He came even closer, not leaving my eyes for a second; I was able to see myself reflected in his eyes. I tried to backup but the iron bars of the balcony blocked my way. That boor seemed to like it moving closer, smirking crazily.
"Yet, I'm the only one who can understand you and-"
I didn't let him finish; I lifted my hand to slap him again, snapping the rain from his face. I bet that I hurt him more this time but it wasn't like I cared. I was furious with him; he was pissing me off, and all I wanted to hit him again and again.
"You are an uncouth lout!" I spat to his face. "You are disgusting me!"
I made sure to put as much reprobation in my voice as I could. I didn't care if I was hurting his feelings; in fact, secretly I wish I could. But that lunatic had a point and that was getting on my nerves more; he was one of the few that could understand what was in my heart. He and I were the same, cursed and outcasts from the world.
Kiryu turned to face me, licking his lips slowly. "Hit me more but nothing will change; you and I are the same, Misty."
Acid stirred in my stomach by his words and I had to swallow the bile in my throat. Yet it was another proof that he was right. And he needed no confirmation, from me for that fact.
"You make me sick," I said icily.
"Yet you like it," Kiryu chuckled before he smiled –a strange smile between a mix of madness and sadness and a bit of understanding on top, just to make me angrier.
He licked his lips, bringing his face only an inch away from mine, peering tensely into my eyes. I felt his gaze piercing me and reaching deep into my very soul. It was like he could see through me and I didn't like it –I didn't like it at all.
Before I could do anything to push him off me, or turn to leave, he closed the distance between his lips and mine, stealing my kiss. My eyes widened and my hands didn't hesitate to hit him again, but it didn't seem to bother him. He continued kissing me, building a passion within me that even the rain –that was hitting both of us making us all wet- couldn't extinguish.
I felt his touch sending me sparks, transforming every nerve in my body into an electrical cable. I wanted to slap him again; I didn't know if he was an idiot, messing with me, while I clearly knew that everything on him was making me wonna puke, or simple, that jerk had the guts to challenge his destiny. But on the other hand, we were both in Hell anyway. His hands slipped around me and I couldn't move any backward; I felt the cold wet bars on my back stopping me.
I struggled to get away, but he was stronger than me; he was holding me still but my hands were free to hit him, pushing his chest. Yet I was fighting inside; I was both trying to push him away and pull him closer. He was both disgusting me and turning me on. However, it would be a cold day in Hell, to which we were both damned to live in, before I could admit that. But then again, even Hell could freeze over.
"And secretly you don't want me to stop," he whispered against my lips, braking the kiss for a second.
Then I realized that my hands had already decided for me, without me and now not only I stopped pushing him away, but I was pulling him closer to my body, grabbing him from his collar.
"You're gonna pay for this," I threaded him.
But my actions spoke differently, since after slapping him hard again, I crushed his lips with mine, kissing him hungrily, moaning loudly like there was no tomorrow. I bit his lips to hold back a bitter laugh. It was ironic since we both knew that there was no tomorrow; at least for him and me.
"If this is my punishment then I should irritate you more often," he chuckled and his cocky smile raised my already bad temper.
I grunted simply because I didn't know what else to say. Insult him, hit him, or kiss him again, asking him to do more things to me?
"But if you think that I'll stay satisfied with only a kiss then you are way fallacious," he stated.
I frowned, catching the strange hint in his voice. Knowing him, I was sure that he was capable of a lot more; he was a psycho after all, totally given in into madness.
"What else do you want?"
"I want you."
His answer came out so soft and effortlessly, that made me laugh.
"You really think you're worthy enough for my body?" I scoffed, still laughing at him.
He simple grunted, saying with a sardonic tone, "I'm gonna take you and then you'll ask me for more."
He sounded really sure and his determination woke up my curiosity. As much as I didn't want to admit my body was thirsty for more. I wanted him as well; I wanted a part of his hell to mix it with my own. I didn't manage to finish my thought when he kissed me again, this time with a flaming passion burning in his eyes.
"I want you and I'll take you right here, right now."
His hands started touching my body, moving from my back to my breast, pulling my clothes down to uncover them.
"Ha! You are fooling yourself," I derided when he broke the kiss and moved his mouth lower. "You will have only what I decide to give you."
"Your body already decided for you," he breathed on my wet yet heated skin.
I shivered when he started licking my breast and using his hand as well as he massaged them, pinching my hard nipples.
"Mmm," I moaned in pleasure, enjoying his treatment. "Not bad for a psycho killer like you."
He smirked and I took a sharp breath as I felt his teeth on my skin. "Aw, you should be careful of how you address me, because I didn't show how psycho I can be."
"Why don't you show me then?" I challenged and laughed because I knew how much of psycho he was. Also I knew that I wanted him to show me.
Kiryu smirked. "Alright!"
He slapped my breast softly but it was enough to cause me pain –I bit my lips- before one hand snaked behind my head and the other one between my legs and into my clothes, rubbing me. I moaned again at the touch. He slipped two fingers into me, playing with me and I found my hand on his hard erection, pressing and rubbing him as well, but above his clothes –he was already hard, just like I was already wet, ready for him.
"It seems like I have nothing else to do here so I'll move to the next level," he informed.
With a sharp move, he removed my underwear, lifting my long skirt. At the same time my hands undid his belt, pulling the zipper of his pants down. I held his member within my hands, stocking him and feeling it throbbing, oozing a bit. I wondered what taste he had but Kiryu didn't give me the chance to lick it; his hands moved shamelessly to my butt, squeezing it hard and without any warning, he lifted me off the ground. Holding me stable and relying at the bars of the balcony, he brought me at the same level with his manhood, which he slummed into me, making me squeal.
"AAAH!" I cried, feeling my vagina tearing in two.
I heard him gasping as well, biting my neck and causing me more pain, yet I didn't shake him off. I was already cursed, a soulless monster at the depths of Hell and he was like me. I leaned my head back, letting the rain hit my face. I was at the edge of the bars, half into the air that if it wasn't Kiryu to hold me stable I would have long fallen. I was at his mercy; anytime he wanted, he could have let me in limbo but I didn't really care. How many times could I die?
He started moving in and out of me, breathing heavily, without caring of being gentle at all and I was trying to follow his raising speed as much as I could. My hands reached for his face and I brought it close to mine to kiss and bit his lips hard, moaning and screaming against his lips. With his hands busy keeping me in my place he couldn't do much with them, so he was moving his hips, thrusting me faster till he couldn't press further.
My legs warped around him, giving him more space to act. He was rough, raping the hell out of me, not even trying to be gentle. I screamed from pleasure, carving his back with my nails, capable to leave him marks, while he pumped his manhood inside me, hard. I was gasping for air since with every thrust I was feeling an acute pain cutting my breath.
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Kiryu's POV
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I never thought that Hell could be so hot nor it's company so great. It nearly looked like a dream entered the nightmare, giving me a heavenly break. But I perfectly knew that Misty wasn't pure, in fact she was far from it; she was a murderer just like I was and monsters deserve nothing from heaven.
I was feeling her swallowing me, accepting all my actions and welcoming them with pleasure, cries and moans, driving me crazy. I wanted to go all out tonight; I wanted her whole. Every response I was receiving from her was making me harder and thirstier for her body.
At the beginning I could feel her so tight, closing around me painfully, but after a while, with me treating her not so soft, she adjusted and now she was accepting me easier. Her nails stabbed my back again and I released a long groan, licking my lips.
After so many years in hell I started find the pain not that hard to endure. In fact I found pain as a game of pleasure; a game that fitted both of us perfectly. Yet I wasn't satisfied yet. The rain kept falling, like the sky itself was suffering, just like we both were suffering in our filthy miserable lives. Pain and sadness, madness and agony; an endless torture, cold and dark was coming to join us in the most ancients rules.
Misty knew perfectly well, and that's why she accepted everything I was doing –after all, damned soulless monsters deserved no mercy. She was screaming in pain and pleasure. I wanted to touch her more, caresses her whole body, making every inch mine. My lips found her neck, sucking and biting her skin, leaving red markings here and there.
"M-more!" she requested, trebling into my hands.
She wrapped her legs around me more, pulling me deeper. I jammed my lips down on hers as I moved inside her. She was soft and sweet, but there was something hot and fiery about her. She was totally helpless, yet I could sense an undead fire within her. She was holding a passion like no other. My heart was skipping beats, hearing it pulsing into my ears, joining her soft screams of pain and pleasure.
I sealed her lips and I was able to feel the need she was feeling; the need of want to still feel like a human and not a monster anymore, the need to feel that she there was another reason to stay alive in this world –if that was what we were.
I was in a position to understand her fully; because this was exactly how I was feeling and by fucking her, nearly ripping her, I was able to feel that even for once I could allow myself to feel lighter, getting off my goal for a short while.
She broke from me, gasping for air as her hips jerked into mine, making me fill her. My head spread between her breasts, feeling the smooth soft skin before starting to lick them. I heard her moaning and I grinded against her, going deeper and deeper until I couldn't press farther.
"Kiryu… I'm… I'll…." Misty trembled into my hands.
I was feeling her inner walls getting tighter, preventing me from keeping my speed. I didn't give her any time as my lips landed again onto hers. Her breath was uneven and her eyes hazy from the high.
I felt her tighten around me again and I almost lost it. I gritted my teeth to keep myself from bursting, but she wasn't on the same pace as I was.
Her body arched up and she squirmed and wriggled as she cummed hard, screaming and covering my hard member with her nectar.
"AAAHHH!"
I could still feel her twitching and panting, trying to keep her sanity; something not so easy after the pain, the cold and the psycho killer ripping her without mercy. She might be able to hold on more, but her body had lost its strength from the rough repeated penetration. However, I was closed too. I was feeling myself losing control and I couldn't hold for long.
"Misty…" My voice came out hoarse as my mind emptied from everything.
All I could see and realize around me was my darling murderer that was helpless in my arms. I moved faster, harder, pushing myself to my limits. I started spreading kisses all over her chest and neck, making sure to leave my marks there as well. Misty finished but she was still accepting my violent sex, losing herself in more little orgasms, because I was able to feel her vagina close and twitch, calling my name.
I licked and bit my lips to prolong the pleasure a bit more but I could feel it; the pressure in my guts and the need for release was getting stronger. At the end I couldn't hold it anymore I was losing the last drops of myself on feeling her squeezing me as her body writhed into my arms again.
"AAAH!" I groaned, holding her tight and cumming hard.
Panting to catch my breath, I smirked, whispering in her ear.
"You're mine now and you know it already."
"You jerk!" she gasped.
I chuckled; her trying to show me otherwise with her words what she showed me with her actions was always aroused me more. I tilted her head the same time I bent down mine to place a kiss on her soft lips; this time I made sure to be soft and gentle.
"This will be our dirty little secret," I whispered again.
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